I heard you through the radio; your breathe smelled of scotch and imaginative inventions. 

It is impossible to mistake that foul stare even when amongst the most vicious of our

     race. 

I tuned in for a bit of escape, but received instead your cold feel. You reached

     through the static and went right for the core.

The icy grip too much for me, I collapse to the floor. The ache is beyond unbearable; excruciating

     even for the hardest of hearts. 

As I lay on the bitter ground, holding my chest in a futile attempt to summon even the slightest

     pinch of warmth, it befell. 

My infinite blindness had been lifted. 

I screamed in agony, likely waking the most rotted of corpses. I knew what had to be done, yet I

     refused to open my newly healed eyes and heart to it. It was not that I didn’t want to but more

     that I was fervently incapable. 

Little by little, I came around in an attempt to fulfill the vision. 

I looked up and squirmed at the sight of your indifferent eyes. The very ones that time and time

     again spoke to me.

And spoke to them. 

One swipe. One single swift, powerful, and almost impossible swipe was all it took to relieve myself of your devilish

     burden.

Just one. 

Go on, said the voice. Pick up the dagger and assail. 

Laying helplessly, I summoned the wisdom of Gea, mother of all. 

My child, she spoke, do as you desire and feel fit. Find it in you to do what is right and put to

     rest the wrongs of your ambit.

Of course.

I took one last look in your eyes, hoping to unmask even the slightest trace of you, but instead fall upon a

     monster; a creature not of this time; a complete and utter stranger.

I refuse to let you walk away in splendor. Closing my eyes, I pick up the dagger and taking one final

     look at you, I draw forth an abrupt and commanding blow. 

The end has arrived. 

Your body begins to tremble in disbelief as you stare stunned with the events that have just played

     out. Slowly, your grip loosens and begin to draw back your arm. 

Fully in tact and unharmed. 

I lay there with the dagger bulging from my abdomen gasping, begging for that dulcet escape.  

All the wrongs of my realm have now been laid to a sweet slumber but at far too high a price.

A price so high that I sacrificed myself for the sake of you. 

The sake of a monster,

A creature not of this time,

A complete and utter stranger.